Moving School
Moving to Doncaster has been a wild rollercoaster of a trip. It’s a strange emotion to be in a place far away from where you’ve spent a lot of your life. Apart from the random pronunciation confusion I would say that I’ve pretty much integrated myself quite well into this very earthy, “farmey” and “businessy” town. Everything except the school meals is okay, I guess. I was quite baffled and shocked looking at the school meals or rather shocked at the lack of it. The school meal is very snack-based in comparison to Reading school meals. There was sausage rolls, meat pastas, meat buns, meat, meat, meat!! If you still can’t see the similarity, there is basically a lot of meat. Which is quite funny? I used to think there weren’t enough options in my old school but now I kind of miss it. My canteen was huge with meals prepared everyday and different meals made from breakfast to lunch. There was a variety of pastas and even vegetarian sausages. There was a beautiful salad bar and pastries with a variety of options to put inside them. It was refreshing to see that there were options for halal meat there were vegetarian options and so much variety. In comparison, it doesn’t compare.
I guess they want to support the farming industry or maybe something else. I just wish they had more variety. Another factor is my old school had a 6th form area with microwaves and sinks and kettles. This was an amazing addition as it meant they didn’t have to buy teas and coffees. They could also heat up their home brought food and ramen packets. That was an amazing addition. I’m not complaining, I promise. I don’t hate this school and I am fully aware how lucky I was in my old school but of course there will be bits and pieces I will miss whenever I think about my old school and that’s okay because I can always just move on because situations in life are there to challenge you and make you experience something new and I know that every situation in life is there to help you grow.
The most shocking thing which I’m not quite used to yet is the difference in diversity. In reading everywhere is diverse. There are people from everywhere from Europeans from the west to the east even from the North. There are people of colour from corner to corner all speaking different languages eating different foods and speaking different languages. In my friendship group alone we had Europeans, Chinese, Pakistani, Indian and Kenyan all together speaking English being born in the United Kingdom. Except from me, of course. Whereas, Doncaster is extremely opposite. Doncaster is the least diverse place I’ve ever lived in my life. I guess I was just used to leaving in a place where there are different people everywhere. Even in Kenya there are different ethnicities and races ranging from Somali’s to Indians to Bantu and many other racial and ethnic groups. So I’ve always been to a diverse area.
